I step out, steam rising in the mirror
did you know I almost fell asleep in there
that enfolding heat
and the calm beneath the surface
where winds are sleeping.

I step out and look into the glass
it calls out a muted syllable my rest can feel
there's no fright, I reach out, my hands to the mirror
and through the prism
and I become light.

You're there with me, on the other side
I swear you've not felt it till you have
and I see you rise from the waters, warm skin
and I watch you from the bed
you dry your supple folds and climb in
we curl up together
into each other, spoons to scoop dreams
and expect nothing.

This is where it gets so lovely
I told you about it long time ago, that fantasy
from another life
when you weren't so scared.

It's the sweetest deluge of hazy softness
and a cocoon of pleasure, swooning ooze
and we float
beyond clouds.

Wee thoughts seem to fall asleep but no, we repose
it storms outside, rain in an unrivaled match
the sun has packed up for the day
and it's still two o' clock.

Can you pierce the density of the cloud
undo the puzzle
stare into the eyes of silence
and find promises wafting that tomorrow will never keep
it assured you, once before
don't count eggs, the shells are crushed for a new colour
it's your patina, a new shade of disappointment
you take care never to entertain.

A nerve is struck when the doorbell rings
and I pull my hand out
of






the mirror.